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Carruthers' Demise, Chapters ten and eleven (standard:drama, 2434 words) [6/24] show all parts
Author: Brian CrossAdded: Jul 22 2011Views/Reads: 1199/744Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Carruthers suspects his wife of having an affair with his publisher, but are his suspicions well-founded? Continuation of my drama.
 



Chapter Ten 

Carruthers recalled little of anything Noades said to him after that. He
thought the barman had suggested he let matters lie and start with a 
clear head in the morning, but he was enveloped in a blind fury, too 
angry with Chelsey, too incensed with Goldhawk to pay heed to any 
advice. 

He'd muttered something or other to Noades as they'd parted company that
evening, but the first action he'd performed upon returning to his room 
was to call the lousy Goldhawk there and then, so charged up had he 
been. 

But when that hadn't worked, when repeated calls to both house phone and
mobile met only a robotic recorded message, Carruthers' basic instincts 
took over. Goldhawk knew who was phoning; that was why he hadn't 
answered  or perhaps the two of them were cosily wrapped in each 
other's arms, too indulgent in themselves to pay heed to his repeated 
attempts to get through. 

Well they'd pay heed alright, he'd see to that. Carruthers checked his
watch, eight forty five  little over forty five minutes had passed 
since they'd initially set out, though it seemed like hours. He wasn't 
being treated like this, either by the licentious Goldhawk or his 
treacherous wife. He'd never have believed it could happen, but the 
fact that it had filled him with uncontrollable anger. 

Carruthers set his enraged sights on Haslemere, and Goldhawk's spacious
Tudor mansion; at this time of evening he could reach it in two hours. 
And he would. 

Snatching his keys from the table, Carruthers ran down to his vehicle,
ramming the four- by-four  into gear and narrowly avoiding a side-on 
collision as he exited via the hotel archway onto the village one-way 
system paying scant attention to approaching traffic. The narrow miss, 
as the oncoming car screeched to a halt amidst angry blasts of its 
horn, at least served to buck-up his concentration, if not to douse his 
fury. 

He sped onto the M3 motorway, its lack of eastbound traffic aiding his
progress, but the closer his journey took him towards the 
Buckinghamshire countryside, the more the veil of red before his eyes 
allowed pockets of realism to infiltrate his mind, much as he fought to 
disperse them. 

Did he really expect to find Goldhawk in? Would he have been likely to
have swept her back to his main residence? For what it was worth the 
louse had a wife, Jacqueline, making it even more unlikely he'd take 
Chelsey back there. 

But he'd make sure Jacqueline knew about her husband's infidelity. He'd
do that alright. 

It took him less than two hours to reach Goldhawk's residence, an
impressive Tudor fronted mansion in a swish crescent on the northern 
edge of the town. The steel-barred gates were invitingly open, which 
was fine  and Goldhawk's Jaguar stood outside his garage at the top of 
his lengthy arced drive. Okay, so it wasn't an Audi as Mrs. Winterman's 
husband had thought, but it was the same colour and that sealed things 
for him. 

So Goldhawk was inside, unsuspecting of his presence. He'd most probably
shopped Jacqueline off for a few days, replacing her with his wife. 

That thought alone generated renewed rage in Carruthers. His Range Rover
catching the kerb and then mounting the pavement, he abandoned it 
unlocked and marched up the driveway. 

But as he followed the arc towards the main door he saw at least eight
or nine vehicles parked in the crown of the drive, beyond his vision 
until now. He'd walked into a function, and it wasn't solely the array 
of vehicles that told him so  the raised voices and music flooding his 
ears confirmed as much. 

Carruthers cursed his impetuosity, the scene he was about to create was


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